Wednesday, March 02, 2011

The Dangerous Man

Kalie Ulriksen took the provincial bus from La Ronge, Saskatchewan, to Saskatoon in 2006 when the bus made a scheduled stop in Prince Albert.

“It was the middle of July and hot. I’m talking 30-plus Celsius (near 90 degrees Fahrenheit),” she said. “So I wandered around and went to grab a coffee at a nearby shop.”

As Ulriksen sipped the coffee, she walked back to the depot and found a crowd had gathered in the waiting area of the small bus stop waiting for departure. Then she saw the man.

“I look around the room and there is this guy standing in line waiting to board the bus,” she said. “His clothes just don’t fit. He is in knee-high, jet-black boots, extremely dark glasses, a large cowboy-style hat, gloves, and this takes the cake – a huge trench coat in a tiger skin pattern.”

Sweat rolled off Ulriksen as she stood in line, staring at the man in the tiger-skin trench coat.

“I was melting in a tank top and shorts,” she said. “Strange dressing people, even in the middle of Saskatchewan, doesn’t stand for anything. I know some crazy people. Dressing like it’s Halloween in the middle of summer doesn’t shock me. I know people who go to the bar wrapped in Saran Wrap.”

But there was something about this man beyond his clothing, something strange, something Ulriksen was not alone in noticing.

“It was the attitude of this guy. Like he was a predator,” she said. “I remember thinking at the time, ‘This guy could blow up the entire bus and kill us all and not think twice about it.’”

Ulriksen watched the man as the driver gave the signal for passengers to board the bus.

“I’m staring at this guy. He stands in line to board the bus and everyone gives him a wide berth,” she said. “No one is standing close to this guy.”

At all.

A large group of people crowded in front of him, another group stood as far behind him as they could in this small room. Ulriksen, who returned late for boarding, stood near the back of the line.

“There is something about him; something hair-raising,” she said. “Literally the coolness runs up the nape and I can’t stop staring at him. He was clean-shaven, handsome, but deadly.”

Then the passengers board the bus. When Ulriksen stepped on, she found the man sitting in one of the middle rows. Seats around the man were empty, other passengers staying as far away from him as possible.

“Yes, he is dressed strange but it’s the air around him. I don’t like to label things ‘evil’ lightly. I would imagine I would have the same feeling standing before a wild animal on the hunt,” she said. “The heebie jeebies doesn’t describe the feeling this dude is giving me. It’s suddenly everyone around me is no longer on the top of the food chain. Something is very not right about this guy.”

As Ulriksen stood at the front of the bus, she felt an urge to get close to the man.

“The little voice in my head speaks up, ‘Sit with him why don’t you?’” she said. “It’s the same one that says, ‘have another smoke’ ‘play with that Ouija board.’ The little voice I don’t listen to.”

She walked past the man and sat two rows behind him.

“I keep glancing at the back of his head,” she said. “I think, ‘What’s this guy’s deal?’”

As that thought ran through Ulriksen’s head, the man turned and grinned at her.

“My heart stops,” she said. “Pure fear drops through me; the electric kind. The pulsing, I’m-going-to-die feeling. Pure primal fear. I can’t explain it in words. It was screwed up.”

Ulriksen stared in terror at the strange man’s close-lipped grin, his eyebrows rising above the rim of his sunglasses. She knew she was in danger.

“I swear this guy wasn’t human,” she said.

But nothing happened. The man turned around, the bus eventually stopped at its scheduled destination, passengers got off and went on their way.

However, the terror of that moment has never left her.

Reports of strange, out-of-place “people” are common, littering online message boards far away from the mainstream media. Men in Black, hybrids, Black-Eyed Kids; there are many human-like entities that walk our earth, insert themselves into our sense of reality, and stalk us in broad daylight.

What did Ulriksen encounter? Simply a strange man, or something more sinister?

Copyright 2011 by Jason Offutt

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5 comments:

Jason, I just have to tell you (if I haven't already?) how much I have been enjoying your blog. It's fascinating -- whether one is a skeptic or a true believer -- and very well written. This post is a great example of why I am always happy to see you in my reader.

Perhaps he was a BEK? Perhaps he wore the glasses to disguise his pure black eyes? Then again, from what I've read, the BEKs tend to wear very plain clothes, not the type that would attract attention...

This particular post reminded me of an experience I had when I was about nine years old. I was on the red line with my grandmother, going into town, and across from us was a woman who pretty much gave off the vibe that something wasn't right about her.

The entire ride this woman just stared at me and grinned in this evil way that brought shivers to my spine. I would look at my grandmother to see if she noticed but she was completely oblivious.

When I looked back at the woman she smiled wide and all of her teeth came to a point. (Mind you, she too was wearing dark, dark sunglasses.)

There are no words to explain that if I had enough food in my stomach, I surely would have soiled my pants. Maybe I did and I don't remember.

But oddly enough I was so scared I got the feeling that I was better off NOT drawing attention to her so I said nothing. Instead I moved closer to my grandmother and closed my eyes.

When it came time to get off at our stop I opened my eyes and the woman was gone.

About Me

Jason Offutt is a syndicated columnist, author, college journalism instructor, and fan of all things strange. His books include the novel, "A Funeral Story," the parody survival book, "How to Kill Monsters Using Common Household Items," the humorous travelogue, "Across a Corn-Swept Land," and four books about the paranormal, "Paranormal Missouri: Show Me Your Monsters," "What Lurks Beyond: The Paranormal In Your Backyard," "Darkness Walks: The Shadow People Among Us," and “Haunted Missouri: A Ghostly Guide to Missouri's Most Spirited Spots.” All are available at www.amazon.com.
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